"Even in the brightest day..."

LEE FELIX

OCTOBER 24

08:40 PM

My head was hurting badly and I regret not wearing a jacket, the floor is so cold. Clenching my head as if it'll heal the pain, I looked around and to my surprise, it wasn't the room I had entered before. This one had several iron shelves and a stinky foul smell, like something died in here.

My legs trembled as I stood up from the dirty floor and with my shivering hand, I reached out to grab the doorknob. Which unsurprisingly didn't open. My eyes turned to the tall and long rows of iron shelves. They resembled a mortuary, the iron doors, and faded numbers. So people were either murdered or died here. For a fact, I know that this place is fucked up. I crouched down to search for my phone since my flashlight was not completely charged when I took it. And the fact that I'm inside a morgue where there may or may not be a body. Suddenly, a loud thud interrupted my search.

It came from behind me while breathing shortened and my head pained more. Finally finding my phone and turning on its flash, with much courage, I glanced behind me. One of the shelves was open and I felt a shiver go down my spine. Despite directly flashing my light on it, the inside of it was still dark. And the second I stood back up, all the shelves started to open themselves. "Holy cow!" I swiftly started to hit the doorknob, in expectation of its opening.

Thankfully it did and I never ran this fast in my life. "Minho! Yoongi! Seokjin!" I called out to them desperately But I only heard the echoes of my screams in return, I feared my deep voice for a second. Moments later I came across a series of stairs and without wasting any minute I climbed it up. An empty hallway welcomed me upon arrival.

Opening contacts in my mobile I stood at the center of the corridor. Before I could dial Yoongi, a loud thud was heard again. This time I couldn't exactly say where it came from, whether from behind me or before me. "Guys?" Footsteps! It's for sure them! With a hopeful smile, I ran forward.

Where the hell am I? The place looked like any other hallway. I had tried to follow the sound of the footsteps and it lead me here. The corridor would be my least favorite with only two blank white doors; closed shut and situated opposite to each other. And fucking hell, I'm scared. Yeah, I admit we have investigated splitting up before, but the fact that I didn't know or hear from the others was bad, real bad.

Moreover, I only noticed how I had relinquished my phone and was following the moonlight until now. The corridor only had two doors. Should I just wait here? Or go back? What if they need me? But I don't know where they are. "What am I supposed to do?"

After a long time of reasoning to myself, I set off to open the second door. And for the best timing of the year, the foul smell returned and I had a hard time getting used to the sudden darkness. I could almost hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my legs shivered with fear. Maybe I should just wait here. But before I could sit down, the door was shut behind me. "No shit sherlock!" I tried opening it with all my strength but nothing happened. Of course, I should've known the bloody door will slam shut! Suddenly I heard a noise, it sounded like something tightening.

Turning back, my eyes were out of their socket. The window present on the top of the room flashed in some light. Which helped me to see the long and bloody noose at the center of the room, hung down from the ceiling and a small chair was positioned right below it. I looked left and right to find any trace of moving things. But the only thing presents there beside the noose, chair and I were stacks of think ropes and old broken chairs in the corners.

I slowly walked up to the chair, still, nothing occurred. I ran my fingers over the old wooden furniture, yet again everything was silent. Should I try that? With a huge gulp, I stood upon the chair. The noose was surprisingly my level hung right above my neck, which frightened me to shit. Suddenly I felt colder as I gaped at the noose in confusion. Who would place this kind of thing inside an asylum? Don't they treat people? Unknowingly my hands started to stroke the rope. I didn't find the dried-up blood disgusting, why?

I felt like I should touch it. The texture of the rope was harsh against my skin, but it was relieving somehow. Both of my hands clasped on it, pulling the noose closer I found myself putting it over my neck. I wanna stop, But I couldn't. Tears started to trickle down my eyes as I struggled to free myself, accidentally knocking down the chair. The rope tightened around my neck, I couldn't breathe, my vision was turning black. But I heard voices in the distance. They called out for me, they were just behind the door. But, I was dead.

"...there were shadows"

"I tasted my blood..."

KIM SEOKJIN

OCTOBER 24

09:40 PM

My body was oddly very cold and I couldn't open my eyes. It felt like someone was keeping them closed, like some kind of invisible force, well I can't see shit so it's invisible for now. And my cheeks and face were aching for some reason. Wielding the strength I had left in me, I succeeded in opening my eyes.

The initial thing I saw was the enormous machine on the ceiling. I instantly comprehended that I was seated on the leather chair. Panicking I attempted to get up, but my wrists and legs were restrained to the chair.

And that's when I noticed my mouth, which was held open by a metal 'something'. The sole reason my face hurt. Soon I heard people speaking but it was entirely muffled. It's them! I swayed my body back and for, but it scarcely made any noise. My face was hurting further and more as I felt the sides of my lips ripping my skin. The metal equipment kept my mouth open, while it held my cheeks and jaw to my ears in a painfully rigid manner.

Struggling to hold back the impulse to scream, in fear of tearing down my face, I sat still. I don't wanna die like this, I want to see Namjoon; at least one last time. Unexpectedly the coldness started to increase and their voices faded away in the distance. I continued to cry as the mirrors inside the room started to freeze with the dropping temperature.

My feet started to maim with the restrains while my tears and drool began to freeze and the image of the compartment started to fade in my vision. Resting my head back, I stared up at the rusty machine. And out of nowhere, I saw a small twinkle dangling on it, I could soon deduce its appearance, that was a necklace; etched with a blue gem. If only I was unrestricted, I could've examined it and taken it to the guys.

With all my strength I strived to free my right hand. My face and body were hurting and turning blue while I began to taste blood. My mouth was tearing down and I was sure my face will be wrecked. I might as well become Jeff the killer now. With one last try, my right hand was free. Throwing away the metal holder from my mouth I wiped away the drool and blood. Although its sting, I dismissed the pain and hurriedly unlocked my left hand then started to do the same for my legs. Finally, I was free.

Before I could reach the door, I heard the frozen mirrors crack. Turning around in my place, I could see my breath leaving my mouth as white vapors. My reflection was shattered into pieces in the mirror. All of them broke down onto smaller shards and it only meant one thing.

"Namjoon... I love you"

The pieces of mirrors drifted in the air and went through me, mincing my body into chunks. And I was dead.

"...Now I wanna taste yours"